Adultery Siyali Rajput: Ek Phool, Kaante Hazaar

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Shahar ki ek shant colony ke ek madhyamvargiya ghar mein subah ki dhoop khidki se andar jhank rahi thi. Ghar ka mahaul roz jaisa hi samanya tha, lekin Siyali Rajput ke mann mein aaj ajeeb si bechaini thi. Usne Gram Panchayat Sachiv (Secretary) ki pariksha di thi aur aaj result ya posting ki khabar aane ki ummeed thi.

Siyali abhi puja karke uthi hi thi ki bahar gate par cycle ki ghanti baji aur ek awaaz aayi— "Dakiya! Registry hai."

Siyali nange pair hi daudte hue bahar gayi. Uske dil ki dhadkanein tez thin. Khaki vardi wale dakiya kaka ne ek bhure rang ka sarkari lifafa uski or badhaya. Siyali ke haath kaanp rahe the. Usne lifafa thaam liya, jis par bade-bade aksharon mein uska naam likha tha— Sushri Siyali Rajput.

Usne kaanpte haathon se lifafa khola. Andar uska "Niyukti Patra" (Appointment Letter) tha. Uski aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Usne zor se awaaz lagayi— "Maa! Papa! Meri naukri lag gayi! Chitthi aa gayi!"

Rasoi se haath ponchte hue uski maa aur baramde se chashma sambhalte hue uske pita, Raghavendra Singh, daudte hue aaye.

"Sach mein bitiya?" Maa ki aankhon mein khushi ke aansu aa gaye. Unhone turant Siyali ko gale laga liya. "Meri laado ab afsar ban gayi hai."

Poore ghar mein jashn ka mahaul ho gaya. Pita ka seena garv se chauda ho gaya tha. Aakhirkar, unki beti ne sarkari naukri paa li thi. Padosiyon ko mithai khilane ki baat hone lagi. Siyali ka chehra khilkhila raha tha, wah behad khubsurat lag rahi thi. Uski saadgi aur uski khushi ne uski sundarta mein chaar chand laga diye the. Wah bilkul waisi lag rahi thi jaise koi komal phool, jise duniya ki kathor dhoop ka koi andaza na ho.

Lekin yeh khushi tab thodi tham gayi, jab pita ne "Niyukti Patra" (Joining Letter) ko dhyan se padhna shuru kiya.

"Posting kahan mili hai beta?" Pita ne chashma theek karte hue puchha.

Siyali ne patra mein likhi jagah par ungli rakhi. "Zila... Block... aur Gram Panchayat... Bhaypura."

Pita ki zubaan par yeh naam aate hi ek ajeeb sa sannata chha gaya. Raghavendra ji ke maathe par lakeerein ubhar aayin. Unhone naam ko dobara dohraya— "Bhaypura?"

"Yeh kaisa naam hai beta?" Maa ne chintit hokar puchha, "Sunne mein hi kitna ajeeb aur darawna lag raha hai. Aur yeh jagah toh yahan se bahut door hai. Nakshe mein bhi dhoondhna mushkil hoga."

Pita ne patra ko table par rakha aur gambhir ho gaye. "Siyali, beta naukri toh bahut achhi hai, lekin posting... gaon dehat ka mamla hai. Aur naam se hi yeh jagah theek nahi lag rahi. Tum itni komal ho, shahar mein pali-badhi ho. Wahan ke reet-riwaj, wahan ke log... tum wahan akele kaise rahogi?"

Maa ka dil bhi baith gaya. "Haan ji, yeh toh maine socha hi nahi. Meri phool si bachhi, jise maine kabhi akele bazaar tak nahi bheja, wo us beehad gaon mein naukri karegi? Nahi-nahi, hum transfer ki arzi daal dete hain."

Siyali ne dekha ki uske mata-pita khush hone ke bajaye ab dar rahe hain. Usne apni masumiyat bhari muskaan ke saath pita ka haath thaam liya.

"Oh ho Papa, aap bhi na! Naam mein kya rakha hai?" Siyali ne chahakte hue kaha, "Ho sakta hai purane zamane ka naam ho. Aur phir, gaon ke log toh bahut seedhe aur achhe hote hain. Main wahan sachiv bankar ja rahi hoon, sarkar ki taraf se. Meri suraksha ki zimmedari sarkar ki hai. Aap bekaar mein chinta kar rahe hain."

Siyali ko kya pata tha ki uske pita ki chhati indri (Sixth Sense) jo chetavani de rahi thi, wah kitni sahi thi. Wah apni jeet aur naye safar ke utsah mein itni khoi thi ki use 'Bhaypura' shabd ke peeche chhipa andhera dikhai nahi diya.

Bahut samjhane ke baad, mata-pita bhaari mann se maan gaye. Unhein apni beti ki kabiliyat par bharosa tha, lekin us anjaan gaon ke naam ne unke dil mein ek kaanta sa chubho diya tha.

Shaam ko jab Siyali apna suitcase pack kar rahi thi, toh usne aaine mein khud ko dekha. Ek nayi chamak, ek nayi ummeed. Usne socha, "Meri zindagi ab badalne wali hai."

Wah sahi thi. Uski zindagi badalne wali thi... lekin waise nahi, jaisa usne socha tha.

Shaam dhal chuki thi aur Siyali ke kamre mein kapdon aur kitabon ka dher laga tha. Tabhi darwaze par ek jaani-pehchani khatkhatane ki awaaz hui aur bina jawab ka intezaar kiye ek ladki aandhi ki tarah kamre mein dakhil hui.

Yeh Kajal thi. Siyali ki iklauti aur sabse khaas saheli.

"Oh My God! Toh khabar sach hai? Hamari Siyali Madam ab sarkari afsar ban gayi hain!" Kajal ne aate hi Siyali ko peeche se zor se gale laga liya.

Siyali, jo suitcase mein apni saariyan jama rahi thi, muskura di. "Haan baba, sach hai. Bas abhi packing hi kar rahi thi."

Kajal ne bed par bikhre saaman ko hataya aur wahin pair modkar baith gayi. Uski nazar Siyali ke chehre par thi, jo khushi se jyada nervous lag raha tha. Mahaul ko halka karne ke liye Kajal ne apni shararti muskaan bikheri. Wah swabhav se bahut chulbuli thi, Siyali se ekdam ulat.

"Waise posting kahan mili hai? Koi bada shahar ya..." Kajal ne puchha.

"Nahi, ek gaon hai... Bhaypura," Siyali ne dheere se kaha.

Naam sunkar Kajal ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. "Arre wah! Gaon? Matlab ekdam DDLJ wali feeling? Sarson ke khet, khuli hawa... aur suna hai gaon ke ladke bade hatte-katte aur majboot (Strong) hote hain. Wo shahar ke gym wale ladkon ki tarah nahi, ekdam desi ghee khane wale gabru jawan!"

Siyali ka chehra yeh sunte hi sharm se laal ho gaya. Uske gaal ekdam tamatar jaise dahak uthe. Usne turant paas pada ek takiya uthaya aur Kajal ko de maara.

"Chup kar! Kuch bhi bolti hai tu," Siyali ne apni nazrein jhuka lin, "Tujhe pata hai na mujhe ye sab baatein pasand nahi hain."

Kajal zor se hansi, "Arre, isme sharmane wali kya baat hai? Tu ab bachhi nahi rahi Siyali, 23 saal ki hai. college aur college mein toh tune kitabon se kabhi sir nahi uthaya. Ladkon ki taraf dekha tak nahi. Ab shayad us gaon mein koi aisa mil jaaye jo is patthar dil ko pighla de. Kya pata koi raees zamindar ka beta ya koi handsome munda tere intezaar mein ho?"

Siyali ne banawati gusse se use ghoora, "Kajal, bas kar. Main wahan kaam karne ja rahi hoon, in faltu chakkaron mein nahi."

Siyali sach mein bahut bholi thi. College ke dinon mein jab dusri ladkiyan boyfriends aur dating ki baatein karti thin, Siyali sirf apni padhai aur career par dhyan deti thi. Ladkon se baat karna toh door, unki maujoodgi mein bhi wah asahaj ho jaati thi.

Thodi der hansi-mazaak ke baad, kamre mein shanti chha gayi. Siyali ne packing karna band kar diya aur bed ke kinare baith gayi. Uska chehra utar gaya tha.

"Kya hua?" Kajal ne uski udasi bhaanp li.

Siyali ne ek gehri saans li aur apni dost ka haath pakad liya. "Kajal, sach kahoon? Mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai."

"Darr? Kis baat ka?"

"Maine mummy-papa ke saamne toh badi himmat dikha di taaki wo pareshan na hon," Siyali ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, "Lekin andar se main bahut ghabrayi hui hoon. Bhaypura... naam hi kitna ajeeb hai. Aur main? Maine aaj tak akele bus mein safar tak nahi kiya, aur ab seedhe ek anjaan gaon mein rahungi? Wo bhi bilkul akeli? Wahan ka mahaul kaisa hoga? Log kaise honge?"

Uski aankhon mein nami aa gayi. "Mera mann kar raha hai ki main na jaaun. Chhod doon ye naukri."

Kajal ne turant Siyali ke kandhe pakde aur use jhakjhora. "Pagal ho gayi hai kya? Itni mushkil se sarkari naukri mili hai aur tu darr ke maare chhod degi?"

"Lekin Kajal..."

"Lekin-vekin kuch nahi," Kajal ne use samjhaya, "Dekh Siyali, ye hi toh umar hai kuch naya karne ki. Ise museebat mat samajh, ise ek adventure samajh. Tu ab chhoti bachhi nahi hai, tu ek afsar hai. Mujhe poora bharosa hai tu sab sambhal legi. Aur rahi baat akelepan ki, toh wahan jakar tu itni busy ho jayegi ki tujhe darne ka time hi nahi milega."

Kajal ki baaton ne Siyali ko thodi himmat di.

"Tu sach keh rahi hai na? Main kar lungi?" Siyali ne masumiyat se puchha.

"Sau pratishat!" Kajal ne use gale lagaya, "Ja aur duniya ko dikha de ki Siyali Rajput kya cheez hai. Bas... un gaon ke hatte-katte ladkon se thoda bachkar rehna, kahin sach mein koi dil na chura le!"

Siyali phir se sharma gayi aur muskura di. Use kya pata tha ki Kajal ka mazaak aur uska khud ka darr, dono hi aane wale bhavishya ki ek dhundhli jhalak the. Gaon ke ladke "majboot" toh the, lekin waise nahi jaisa Kajal soch rahi thi... aur Siyali ko "sambhalna" utna aasan nahi hone wala tha.

"Madam! O Madam ji! Utarna nahin ka?"

Ek karkash aur bhaari awaaz ne Siyali ke kaanon mein goonjte Kajal ki hansi ke suron ko tod diya.

Siyali ko ek zor-daar jhatka laga. Usne hadbada kar apni aankhein kholin. Use ek pal ke liye samajh hi nahi aaya ki wah kahan hai. Abhi toh wah apne kamre mein Kajal ke saath hansi-mazaak kar rahi thi, lekin haqeeqat yeh thi ki wah Uttar Pradesh Parivahan ki us khatara bus ki gaddi par baithi thi, jo ab ruk chuki thi. Bus ka engine band tha, lekin garmi aur umas ne use gher rakha tha. Wah pichle 6 ghanton se safar kar rahi thi aur thakan ke maare uski aankh lag gayi thi. Wah sab toh bas ek yaad thi, jo sapne mein chal rahi thi.

Siyali ne apni neend se bhaari palkon ko poori tarah khola aur saamne dekha.

Saamne bus ka conductor khada tha. Siyali ki nazar jaise hi uske chehre par padi, wah andar tak sihar uthi. Wah aadmi behad badsurat tha. Paan aur gutkhe se range hue sade daant, chehre par chechak ke gehre daag aur honthon ke kinare se tapakti laal peek. Uski aankhein laal aur nasheeli lag rahi thin.

Lekin Siyali ko jis baat ne sabse jyada daraya, wah uska chehra nahi, balki uski nazar thi.

Conductor ki nazrein Siyali ke chehre par nahi thin. Uski laalchi aankhein Siyali ke gale aur chhati ke us hisse par gadi hui thin, jo anjaane mein beparda ho gaya tha.

Siyali ne hadbada kar neeche dekha. Safar ki thakan aur neend mein use pata hi nahi chala ki kab uske baayein kandhe se uska dupatta sarak kar neeche gir gaya tha.

Usne aaj ek halke aasmani rang ki salwar-kameez pehni thi. Kapda waise toh sadharan sooti tha aur saleeke se sila hua tha, bilkul bhi ashleel nahi. Lekin Siyali ka sharir hi kuch aisa tha—bhara hua aur gatha hua—ki sadharan kapde bhi uske yauvan ko poori tarah chhipa nahi paate the. Kameez ki fitting ne uske ubharon aur sharir ke ghumavon (Curves) ko badi khubsurti se jakad rakha tha.

Dupatta hatne ki wajah se uska doodh jaisa gora gala aur chhati ka oopri hissa saaf chamak raha tha. Bus ki us dhool aur gandagi ke beech uski damakti hui twacha kisi poornima ke chand jaisi lag rahi thi. Is dehati ilake mein, jahan dhoop mein jhulsi twacha wale log hi dikhte the, Siyali ki yeh makhmali rangat kisi ajoobe se kam nahi thi.

Conductor ki nazrein kisi bhookhe bhediye ki tarah Siyali ke us khule hisse ko chaat rahi thin. Aisa lag raha tha jaise wah apni aankhon se hi uske kapde utaar raha ho.

Siyali ko apni galti ka ehsaas hote hi sharm aur ghabrahat ne gher liya. Uska chehra sharm se laal ho gaya. Usne bijli ki phurti se apna dupatta uthaya aur apne seene ko dhak liya. Usne apne aap ko sikod liya, jaise apni khubsurti ko us badsurat aadmi ki nazron se bachana chahti ho.

Conductor ne jab dekha ki "nazaara" dhak gaya hai, toh uske chehre par ek kutil muskaan tair gayi. Usne apni jeebh apne hothon par pheri, jo Siyali ke liye behad ghinauna drishya tha.

Usne khaini ko thookte hue ek ajeeb si hansi ke saath kaha, "Ka Madam ji... neend bahut gehri le rahi thin. Sapna dekh rahi thin ka?"

Uski awaaz mein jo 'Double Meaning' arth chhipa tha, wah Siyali ko samajh aa gaya. Siyali ne koi jawab nahi diya, bas apna bag kaskar pakad liya.

Conductor bus ke darwaze ki taraf muda aur lohe ke dande ko peette hue zor se chillaya, "Utar jao... aa gaya Bhaypura!"

Siyali ke dil ki dhadkan ruk si gayi. Wah naam, jiska use darr tha, ab uske saamne haqeeqat bankar khada tha. Wah apni seat se uthi, apne kapdon ko theek kiya aur kaanpte pairon se bus ke darwaze ki or badhi. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki conductor abhi bhi peeche se use hi ghoor raha hai, uski chaal ko, uski kamar ko.

Yeh Bhaypura mein uska pehla anubhav tha—aur wah bus se utri bhi nahi thi.